Dynamite Kiss Quotes

I didn't mean to mess things up, I don't know what got into me-" He rubs his temples. "Please don't apologize.It's not your fault." "But if I hadn't dragged you out to dance-" "Anna." Etienne speaks slowly. "You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do." My face grows hot as the knowledge explodes inside of me like dynamite. He likes me.Etienne really does like me.

When one door closes, use dynamite and bring the whole fucking building down on the bastards’ heads.

It’s everything I imagined kissing him would feel like. Radiation, explosives, dynamite. Anything and everything dangerous.

and would have been astounded to learn that anyone was taking exception to that kiss. In Bottleton East everybody kisses everybody else as a matter of course, like the early Christians.

His lips brushed over hers. She let out a sigh of relief and joy and pleasure. He pulled her tighter against him, taking her mouth with his own. She melted into him and the kiss, heart pounding, desire sparking along her nerve endings like a string of lit dynamite.

It’s like that, isn’t it? Just as Raymond Chandler says, ‘The first kiss is dynamite, the second is routine and then you take her clothes off,’ It had been like that for Alan in his previous affairs, even the extended one he had had with Sybil while Naomi was pregnant. Sure, Alan went on enjoying sex with Sybil, but at a fundamental level his lust for her had died the very first time he felt the shock of her pubic bone against his, and knew that they were now truly welded into one another. Alan was a one-thrust man. Not that he’d ever been exactly promiscuous. Perhaps it would have been better for all concerned if he had been. Rather, his sentiment self-absorption had managed to gild each of these terminal thrusts with enough self-regarding burnish for him to sustain the ‘relationships’ that legitimised them for months; and in at least two instances, for years.

You can mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin," Tyler says. I breathe with my mouth open and say, nitroglycerin. Tyler licks his lips wet and shining and kisses the back of my hand. "You can mix the nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite," Tyler says. The kiss shines wet on the back of my white hand. Dynamite, I say, and sit back on my heels. Tyler pries the lid off the can of lye. "You can blow up bridges," Tyler says. "You can mix the nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and make gelatin explosives," Tyler says. "You could blow up a building, easy," Tyler says. Tyler tilts the can of lye an inch above the shining wet kiss on the back of my hand. "This is a chemical burn," Tyler says, "and it will hurt worse than you've ever been burned. Worse than a hundred cigarettes." The kiss shines on the back of my hand. "You'll have a scar," Tyler says.

You can mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin,' Tyler says. I breathe with my mouth open and say, nitroglycerin. Tyler licks his lips wet and shining and kisses the back of my hand. 'You can mix the nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite,' Tyler says. The kiss shines wet on the back of my white hand. Dynamite, I say, and sit back on my heels. Tyler pries the lid off the can of lye. 'You can blow up bridges,' Tyler says. 'You can mix the nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and make gelatin explosives,' Tyler says. 'You could blow up a building, easy,' Tyler says. Tyler tilts the can of lye an inch above the shining wet kiss on the back of my hand. 'This is a chemical burn,' Tyler says, 'and it will hurt worse than you've ever been burned. Worse than a hundred cigarettes.' The kiss shines on the back of my hand. 'You'll have a scar,' Tyler says.

So did you actually try to kill yourself? Or did that weird bitch just make up the whole thing?' Silently, I held up my left arm, wrist facing Emily. She crossed her arms and kept her lips squished together as she examined me for a moment, sizing up those three perfect scars. Finally, she said, 'You know that you're supposed to cut down to kill yourself, right? You did it wrong.' I looked at Emily and thought about what would have happened if I'd cut the other way. Or what wouldn't have happened. Char wouldn't have broken up with me. Alex wouldn't be mad at me. Pippa wouldn't hate me. And I never would have met Vicky. I would never have had my first kiss. I would never have worn rhinestone pumps. I would never have heard Big Audio Dynamite. I would never have discovered Start. I would never have known I could be a DJ. Emily Wallace didn't know what she was talking about. She never had. You did it wrong, she said. 'No,' I said to her. 'I didn't.

You can mix the glycerin with nitric acid to make nitroglycerin,' Tyler says. I breathe with my mouth open and say, nitroglycerin. Tyler licks his lips wet and shining and kisses the back of my hand. 'You can mix the nitroglycerin with sodium nitrate and sawdust to make dynamite,' Tyler says. The kiss shines wet on the back of my white hand. Dynamite, I say, and sit back on my heels. Tyler pries the lid off the can of lye. 'You can blow up bridges,' Tyler says. 'You can mix the nitroglycerin with more nitric acid and paraffin and make gelatin explosives,' Tyler says. 'You could blow up a building, easy,' Tyler says. Tyler tilts the can of lye an inch above the shining wet kiss on the back of my hand. 'This is a chemical burn,' Tyler says, 'and it will hurt worse than you've ever been burned. Worse than a hundred cigarettes.' The kiss shines on the back of my hand. 'You'll have a scar,' Tyler says. 'With enough soap,' Tyler says, 'you could blow up the whole world. Now remember your promise.' And Tyler pours the lye.

He follows me, crawling on top of me, our lips never disconnecting. I part my lips, and he sweeps his tongue inside my mouth. The slowness of the kiss doesn’t last long. As soon as we get our first tastes of each other, the kiss becomes manic. It’s everything I imagined kissing him would feel like. Radiation, explosives, dynamite. Anything and everything dangerous.

It’s everything I imagined kissing him would feel like. Radiation, explosives, dynamite.

I am incapable of betraying you, Raven. I might force your compliance for the sake of your safety or your protection, for your life and health, but not to get away with betrayal.” She touched the tip of her tongue to her full lower lip. “Don’t force me to do anything unless you ask the way you did when I was feeling sick.” Mikhail hid a smile. She always tried to sound so tough, his small package of dynamite, with more courage than good sense. “Csitri--little one.” He breathed the Carpathian endearment against her ear. “I live only for your happiness. Now, I have to go out for a little while.” “You can’t go looking for the murderers by yourself. I mean it, Mikhail, it’s too dangerous. If that’s what you’re doing--” He kissed her, his laughter genuine. “Business, Raven. Take a long soak, look over the house, my books, anything you want.” He grinned at her boyishly. “I have a stack of work beside the computer if you want to try your hand at looking at bids for me.” “Exactly how I planned to spend my evening.

I felt a malevolent gaze on me, like someone wanted to shove a stick of dynamite up my ass. I flicked my eyes one row over and found Bart’s eyes on me. Well, well, well. First Bianca and now the douche-canoe. I straightened in my chair. Hell, I was tempted to blow him a fucking kiss—but I had to keep my temper in check. Football demanded it. He jerked out of his chair and made his way over to us.